Duck Lake This is the face of a miracle. A real and true and tragic-beyond-imagination miracle

The zombie wolf was not one who was so used to exhausting himself that way. He heard the sound and turned his head but the movement was truly sluggish. Stark swallowed again and gave a soft sigh, looking down for a moment. He chuffed in response, taking a couple steps closer to the other wolf but he stopped and swayed on his feet. 

He decided to settle himself and sit so that it was easier. Sitting down meant he was a little bit more grounded and he didn't feel like he was going to fall over at any given moment. It was an improvement to say the least. "Hello," He said after a little bit, his voice a little quiet, far more reserved than normal.